It was bad enough I was partnered with a derelict teenager, and now I had to track down a guy to get some info on a lass who may or may not already by dead. All I knew was that the guy was in one of the warehouses and that the city hates outsiders. I don't know, but there's something about Emmet that makes him completely irresistible to people. He could lie to complete strangers and make them think he was a long-lost relative or a secret millionaire, but I wasn't so lucky, to say the least. I wan't exactly the most popular child growing up and my training went in the way of friendship, so I learned all my "people skills" indirectly through antiquated sociology and psychology texts. This would be evident in my mannerisms if I had the opportunity to show them, but being a Germanic weightlifting giantess, people already more or less think they have you pegged.
I had to wait for the nearby train anyways, so if I could kill some time by finding out the whereabouts of the lass, good. If I could find some supplies or some money, even better. The first warehouse was pretty standard faire, really. Everything of value was already stripped, but Emmet found a crowbar which he brandished as if it were a sword and he the hero of some fantasy epic. At least he's armed now. He's not exactly the toughest cookie around. Or smartest, for that matter. We each had what the other needed. The second warehouse was even more bare that the last, but I was lucky to find a steel pipe as well. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy a brief moment of heroism as well.
I could have sworn I heard some voices. We ignored it and ignored the third warehouse which was the most damaged of the four in the yard. The fourth warehouse was actually quite nice, but we only found a few dollars. On the way out, we heard a noise again, but this time it was different. This voice belonged to a junkyard dog. Luckily for us it wasn't barking. It just sort of snarled, but it was obvious it wanted us to leave, but the slightest movement on our behalf would shift it ever so slightly to attack mode. Being the lithe little bastard he is, Emmet figured he could strike the dog quickly enough to distract him while we could escape. Unfortunately he overestimated his combat prowess and only grazed the dog while it was able to counterattack with a swift bite. I'd be a shitty partner if I didn't attack the dog since I'm more physically inclined. Remember how I said we had what each other lacked? Well, I wasn't as nimble so I missed the dog, but it was clear that it now knew I was the bigger target. Now, I don't know if it thought I was the alpha male(gee, thanks dog), or if it simply thought I was less evasive, but I became its primary target for a good while. It wasn't that dark, but for the life of us we could not hit this goddamned dog, and it was in Emmet's best interest to leave by now badly damaged body and hightail it outta here. But the little bastard came through for me! In a bout of heroics, he tossed his crowbar to kill the dog once and for all.
Who am I kidding, he missed. I was sure I'd meet my maker. I wonder if I'd make a good Valkyrie once I joined Odin in Valhalla. It's not like I was ready to die but I didn't want to accept it. But then, salvation! A group of people came around to the warehouse which caught the dog's attention, which then caused its behavior to almost loop the beginning of our encounter.
I truly felt that I was at the whims of the gods. I truly felt like I would have been dead if it wasn't for some divine intelligence that spared my life. If you wondered what happened to the guy we were looking for he was in the completely destroyed building. Who figured. Truth be told I don't rightly remember the immediate moments after the attack, only that I was gone from that dog and on the train.
I had to wait for the nearby train anyways, so if I could kill some time by finding out the whereabouts of the lass, good. If I could find some supplies or some money, even better. The first warehouse was pretty standard faire, really. Everything of value was already stripped, but Emmet found a crowbar which he brandished as if it were a sword and he the hero of some fantasy epic. At least he's armed now. He's not exactly the toughest cookie around. Or smartest, for that matter. We each had what the other needed. The second warehouse was even more bare that the last, but I was lucky to find a steel pipe as well. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy a brief moment of heroism as well.
I could have sworn I heard some voices. We ignored it and ignored the third warehouse which was the most damaged of the four in the yard. The fourth warehouse was actually quite nice, but we only found a few dollars. On the way out, we heard a noise again, but this time it was different. This voice belonged to a junkyard dog. Luckily for us it wasn't barking. It just sort of snarled, but it was obvious it wanted us to leave, but the slightest movement on our behalf would shift it ever so slightly to attack mode. Being the lithe little bastard he is, Emmet figured he could strike the dog quickly enough to distract him while we could escape. Unfortunately he overestimated his combat prowess and only grazed the dog while it was able to counterattack with a swift bite. I'd be a shitty partner if I didn't attack the dog since I'm more physically inclined. Remember how I said we had what each other lacked? Well, I wasn't as nimble so I missed the dog, but it was clear that it now knew I was the bigger target. Now, I don't know if it thought I was the alpha male(gee, thanks dog), or if it simply thought I was less evasive, but I became its primary target for a good while. It wasn't that dark, but for the life of us we could not hit this goddamned dog, and it was in Emmet's best interest to leave by now badly damaged body and hightail it outta here. But the little bastard came through for me! In a bout of heroics, he tossed his crowbar to kill the dog once and for all.
Who am I kidding, he missed. I was sure I'd meet my maker. I wonder if I'd make a good Valkyrie once I joined Odin in Valhalla. It's not like I was ready to die but I didn't want to accept it. But then, salvation! A group of people came around to the warehouse which caught the dog's attention, which then caused its behavior to almost loop the beginning of our encounter.
I truly felt that I was at the whims of the gods. I truly felt like I would have been dead if it wasn't for some divine intelligence that spared my life. If you wondered what happened to the guy we were looking for he was in the completely destroyed building. Who figured. Truth be told I don't rightly remember the immediate moments after the attack, only that I was gone from that dog and on the train.